Gay Erotic Stories

One summer, during a break in my college education, I accepted an offer from a classmate to come to his family farm in western Kansas for a week and help out with the chores. I had no transportation so I rode a bus from my hometown to his home- town and his dad and my friend picked me up at the bus station. My friends father was a large muscular man that was very friendly and made me feel right at home as soon as I met him. I got in the truck and sat next to the door, my friend - his name is Don - in the middle and his dad under the steering wheel. We talked about college and my major and I told Don's dad some things about my family. During the drive to the farm, we laughed and chatted about almost everything imaginable. I really liked Don's dad, and I felt he liked me as well. It was about twenty miles out in the country to the farm, and most of the way was on dusty dirt roads. Many trips in to town and back to the farm had worn ruts into the roadway, and we were bouncing around and rubbing against each other quite a bit. I have a strange thing that happens to me when I am in such a situation. My cock starts getting hard, and I have a lot of trouble trying to keep it from showing when I stand up. I was moving around in the seat, trying to keep my boner from showing through my jeans, when Don said, "Rob, what is your problem?" I blushed and made an excuse that my wallet in my back pocket was making my backside uncomfortable, so Don leaned over against his dad and said, "Take it out of your pocket and get comfortable." So I leaned forward and was able to push my cock down a bit, as I reached for my wallet and took it from my back hip pocket. "Does that feel better?" Don's dad asked. He looked over at me and smiled. "Sure does," I answered. The rest of the ride to the farm I was able to keep my cock from showing too much. When we arrived at the farm, I got out of the truck and instead of starting to the bed of the truck to get my suitcase, I turned and went around toward the front of the truck so I was hidden by the door. Don was getting out behind me and he started toward the bed of the truck and I took the opportunity to push my cock down so it wouldn't show so much. Don got my suitcase out of the bed of the truck and headed to the house. "Come on in, and I you can meet my Mom," he said. I followed him into the kitchen and saw his mother standing at the stove. Obviously she was cooking dinner and turning she said, "Hi, how are you? Did you have a good trip?" and extended her hand to shake mine. "Yes, I did," I answered. "I am Don's mother, Sandra." "I'm Rob, but you already knew that," I answered. We all laughed at my attempt to be funny. Don was on his way up the stairs with my suitcase and called back, "Rob, come on up here. I'll show you your bunk." I excused myself and headed up the stairs. I was glad to get out of sight of Dons' mom and dad because I could feel a damp spot in my under- wear from the bit of pre-cum I had passed due to bouncing around in the truck. I was afraid that it had seeped out and was showing on the front of my pants. I followed Don into a bedroom where there were twin beds, one on one wall of the room in front of the window, and the other was at a right angle to it against the adjoining wall of the room. "If it is OK with you, you can sleep in the bed against the wall," Don suggested. I agreed and he put my suitcase down and we each sat down on one of the beds. Don said he sure was glad I had decided to some spend some time with him. About that time, his mom called up and told us to wash up for dinner. I realized that I was getting hungry, and the cooking smell from the kitchen really made me hungry. Don led me down the hallway to the bathroom and he suggested I go first and get washed up. I soaped up my hands and washed them a second or two and then rinsed them and dried them off. Then Don stepped over and did the same. As he turned to take the towel from me, he glanced down at my pants and hesitated for a second. I looked down and there it was, a round damp spot from my cock. I blushed and said, "Maybe I better use the toilet before I come down," and Don said for me to come on down when I finished. Dinner was fried chicken, biscuits and gravy, green beans, and some fruit mix. We sat down and started passing plates and Don's mom and dad asked me several questions about my major and what my plans were after I graduated. I explained that with my major, I would be able to get a job locally and not have to leave my home town, at least not right away. After dinner, Don's mom and dad took care of the leftover food and dishes and we all went out on the side porch to visit some more. After about two hours of chatting, I started yawning, and Don's mother said, "You must be tired from that long bus ride. How about we all get ready for bed. Don's dad and I will clean up the dirty dishes. You boys go on up to bed. We will see you bright and early in the morning." We all said our good nights and Don and I headed up the stairway.

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